Page 50 of Man On

He must think I'm so weak. I understand why. I have a tendency to freeze when challenged by him, and he always takes advantage. He thinks I need him to release stress, and maybe he's right. But he needs me to make him feel bigger, more significant.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva that keeps filling my mouth, I take a step backwards before catching myself. I'm not going to let him have all the power! I'm not.

Straightening myself to my full height, which is only a couple of inches shorter than Noah's six-foot-three, I lift my chin to show that I'm not intimidated by him.

I'm not intimidated by him.

I'm intimidated by the way he makes me feel. By the predatory look in his eye, and the way all the blood rushes away from my brain when he licks his bottom lip.

"Does Danny know that you're a slut for your stepbrother? That only a few hours ago you were covered in my cum?"

And there goes that frozen reflex. A light switch goes off in my brain, like it's rebooting. As if he's speaking another language that my mind can't process. But my body does. The same switch that turns my brain off turns my body on. Every nerve ending is on high alert. Every hair follicle is peaked. Every rib in my chest contracts.

He's in my space before I know it, and I'm being crowded against the wall. I forget every thought in my head, including my resolution not to let him have all the power. The only things I can think about are how his breath always smells like candy, and that he seems so much taller when he stands up straight. He's looking down at me, making me feel small.

I don’t want to feel small.

Snapping out of the trance he put me in so effectively, I puff out my chest and bump him back some. He doesn't back off. His gaze snaps to mine, the dark blue of his irises almost black, and he advances on me again. My back hits the wall. Noah presses his body against mine.

He doesn't do anything else, just stares down at me and breathes my air. My tongue darts out to lick my suddenly parched lips. Noah's eyes track the movement, and he cocks his head to the side like he’s tracking his prey. I move to my left, thinking to step around him, but Noah's hands smack against the wall, caging me in. To get out of this, I'll have to touch him. If I touch him, I'll break.

I'm stuck.

His mouth is too close to mine.

"N-no." The half-whispered word comes out sounding more like a whimper. Noah's face drops down, his forehead touching the inside of his arm, and I relax. It only lasts a moment before Noah leans in again, putting his mouth so close to the shell of my ear that it almost touches.

"Are you saying no because you don't want this, or because you don't want to want this?"

He's got me there.

"Don't kiss me," I whisper pathetically.

I can feel Noah's stupid smirk before his nose touches the side of my face and I flinch so hard my hips buck into his. My eyes squeeze shut, not sure which part of him to pay attention to. To run away from. To press into. His cheek rubs against mine so softly, I might not have felt it if not for his light stubble. Then his nose runs down the length of my neck. I stretch it instinctively, but berate myself mentally when I realize what I'm doing.

What am I doing?

Those thoughts die again, because Noah presses his lips against the column of my throat. Not really kissing, just rubbing his lips against my skin. I swallow heavily, and his mouth finds my Adam's apple. His teeth nip at it, and I gasp.

Noah groans and presses into me more. His erection is obvious, and pressing along mine.

He's into this?

Obviously, he was into what happened earlier, but I really thought that was more of a humiliation thing than a sex thing. Hell, I'm not convinced that it isn't a humiliation thing for me, because I seem to react in a very specific way when Noah subdues and shames me.

But right now I don't feel humiliation.

I feel alive. The arousal coursing through me has me so stimulated, I could easily be convinced that I’ve been drugged. And I think Noah is feeling this too.

"That fucking sound," he growls.

"W-what sound?"

He doesn't answer, just presses his forehead against my neck and hums. His erection is still throbbing against mine, and it's all I can do to remain completely still. All of me wants to move, not away, but closer. Into him, against him, on him. My dick has its own heartbeat.

He finally speaks again, his words low and growly. "Tell me you don't want Danny."

"I don't want Danny," I answer automatically. Because I don't. Danny intrigues me, and he's nice. But that’s it.

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